Jon Lazam

Drawing from a travel account of a foreigner in the Philippines from the early 1900s, three oft-told stories from folklore are reimagined through the disembodied voice of a stranger from the future, recounting with detached curiosity and amusement its engagement with people who were “growing and dying in dull routine”. Blending actualities and artifice, this film is about spells we may have fallen under.

A man rises. Leaves. He looks back at himself, then disappears to the sea.

This short video is a ritual of longing. Fragmented, disembodied, the character becomes the gaze, unblinking as it waits for love's ever-elusive close-up.

The film traces the fierce delicacy of tiny lives — flickering between serenity and violence, survival and surrender.

Two lovers sitting on a now deteriorating edifice, which by day looks like a pockmark in the middle of a park bustling with construction work. But it’s night-time and the lovers are quiet and too exhausted to look back, or ahead. The dust of the day hasn’t settled yet but the present already feels as elusive as memory.

When the waves lap against the shore, when the salt of tears are wasted away in the foaming, how does sorrow surface from the depths? The film examines how the gravity of loss turns two women into unwitting ghosts. The radio waves provide a diversion for one, as the other mourns in silence.

Drawing from a travel account of a foreigner in the Philippines from the early 1900s, three oft-told stories from folklore are reimagined through the disembodied voice of a stranger from the future, recounting with detached curiosity and amusement its engagement with people who were “growing and dying in dull routine”. Blending actualities and artifice, this film is about spells we may have fallen under.

A man rises. Leaves. He looks back at himself, then disappears to the sea.

This short video is a ritual of longing. Fragmented, disembodied, the character becomes the gaze, unblinking as it waits for love's ever-elusive close-up.

The film traces the fierce delicacy of tiny lives — flickering between serenity and violence, survival and surrender.

Two lovers sitting on a now deteriorating edifice, which by day looks like a pockmark in the middle of a park bustling with construction work. But it’s night-time and the lovers are quiet and too exhausted to look back, or ahead. The dust of the day hasn’t settled yet but the present already feels as elusive as memory.

Two lovers sitting on a now deteriorating edifice, which by day looks like a pockmark in the middle of a park bustling with construction work. But it’s night-time and the lovers are quiet and too exhausted to look back, or ahead. The dust of the day hasn’t settled yet but the present already feels as elusive as memory.

When the waves lap against the shore, when the salt of tears are wasted away in the foaming, how does sorrow surface from the depths? The film examines how the gravity of loss turns two women into unwitting ghosts. The radio waves provide a diversion for one, as the other mourns in silence.

When the waves lap against the shore, when the salt of tears are wasted away in the foaming, how does sorrow surface from the depths? The film examines how the gravity of loss turns two women into unwitting ghosts. The radio waves provide a diversion for one, as the other mourns in silence.

In this novel retelling of an old story, Darna, the foremost Filipino female superhero, wakes up to discover that her magical stone has grown as big as her heart. Alone in a world where silence is her only companion, she learns to come to grips with the finitude of love.

This short video is about the itineraries of lost love, and the all-consuming luminosity of our eventual sadness.